My coworker's voice was frantic. "Viola, someone's poaching your clients! Get to the office, now!"
Confused, I rushed in and found the lobby buried in roses.
Zara was nestled against Morton's chest like a helpless little bird, her smile dripping with satisfaction.
Morton glanced at me, then deliberately wrapped his arm around Zara's waist.
His voice was laced with exaggerated tenderness.
"Zara, whatever you want, it's yours. As long as it makes you happy."
Zara pressed her palms to his chest in a show of bashful protest. "Stop it. Everyone's watching."
The onlookers whispered among themselves, their eyes drifting toward me one by one.
Some people looked sympathetic. Others were clearly enjoying the show.
"Isn't Mr. Harding her husband? Flirting with another woman right in front of his wife? That's bold."
"Please. Viola doesn't even seem to care. Why should we?"
"I heard Miss Fox and Mr. Harding were the real couple all along. Viola schemed to drive her away, then trapped him into marrying her."
"Well, no wonder she got cheated on. Karma."
Watching me get torn apart by the court of public opinion, Morton strolled toward me with a satisfied look on his face.